*Short story that takes place in a world where genetic engineering of offspring exists. A chip must be inserted into a male for their body to produce the artificial sperm, and they must ejaculate into a woman with an engineered egg. In this story, a single mom seeks to have an engineered child. She fails to find a mate to agree to help her, so she resolves to asking her son.*
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“No.” “The answer is no” I reaffirmed.
“Please Roan, you know it needs to be done. I’m getting old Roan” she begged.
“If people find out I helped you engineer a kid, I’ll be the laughing stock of the town” I reminded her.
“No one will know—“ “bullshit” I interjected.
“We can say dad came back—“ “Mom, dad’s been gone for 8 years. No one has seen him since. They’re not going to believe us for shit.”
Fuck. She’s been adamant about this for a year now. I admit, work has been slow for me and I struggle to find a job.
If it wasn’t for her I’d be homeless. But this is next level.
Mom and I *are* particularly close. We have been since I was a kid.
“I’ll wear whatever the hell you want. I’ll do anything. Please Roan!”
“Mom you know that just makes it more weird. I’m not attracted to you. You’re my mom!”
“But just imagine I’m someone else. Anyone else. We *need* to do this.”
She eased her voice. “Look Roan. Doc says my expiration is coming up next month. And even sooner before that, fertilization just becomes more risky. We *need* this Roan. Do it for your mother” she said with her puckered lips and wide eyes.
I do love my mom. I would do anything for her as she’s done for me. It’s been a year now. A year. Is it time I give in? Is it?
“I can hold your hand the entire time, we can take breaks when you need them, we can start from the basics and work our way up” she promised.
“Mom…” I hesitated. “You know what, okay. But please. *No one* can know. *No one*”
“Yay!” she clapped. “Tomorrow evening. Again, we can postpone or pause within reason, but anything beyond tomorrow runs us a risk.”
“Okay mom.” She planted a kiss on my lips, as she usually does before bed.
The next day, I come home from work around 2 pm. As I walk upstairs I find my mom in a pearly dress, heals, makeup. Her voidly dark hair brushed and combed, volumed and prettied up. Her lips glossed and nails painted.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “I thought we should go out to eat first, something special, to reward you for your braveness” she smiled.
“Uh, okay?” I went along.
We went out to a fancy, romantic place. People were looking at us as though we were a couple. The waiter asked if we wanted to take a couple’s photo (we did). I will admit, my mom is a smart woman who often gets her way, but this was something else. She really wanted to set this romantic aesthetic.
I wish I could say we got drunk so the sex would be easier, but nope. Alcohol only makes the engineering more risky, so we had to stay perfectly sober. Great, how awkward can this be?
We finally got back home, around 8 pm with the sun down. We opened the light to our apartment; “god these heels are killing me” she threw them off
“And this dress” she tore it off. “Woah mom” I said, looking away as I saw a glimpse of her bra and panties “Mom come on, some common decency please?”
“What *ever* Roan, you’re going to feel my insides anyway. Who cares?”
“Mom please don’t say it like that, and at least put on a shirt for the time being?” I asked, genuinely weirded out.
“Fine” she agreed.
She put on a black spaghetti strap tank top, contrasting with her extremely fair skin and complementing her dark black wavy hair, with her parties out and about, both her legs fully exposed. Her legs *were* nice, I will admit. She licked her finger to force back her hair before slipping her toes into her silver rubber flip flops with glittery thin straps, flung across her perfectly painted black toes nails contrasting with her fair skin, similar to her finger nails.
She walked over to the restroom to wash up as I waited in the bed that we shared. I sat on the bed, waiting to get this over with.
I waited at least 10 minutes for her to come. What was she doing in there? Finally, and the whipping sound of her rubber flip flops against the soles of her feet drew nearer and nearer before she opened the door, closing it behind her, then matching eye contact, smiling. This time she slipped on some fabric black tights with wide ankle bottoms that exposed her ankles.
She got up on the bed and sat next me, both of us dangling our legs off the side of the bed. We just stared off ahead.
Finally she turned her head and looked over to me, rubbing her soft hands on my leg. “Ready Roan?” she whispered.
I turned to look into her eyes. “Yes mom” I replied.
She held out her hand for me to grab. “Just squeeze mommy’s hand if you want me to stop. Remember, mommy is an experienced woman and can guide you. Put your trust in mommy, and she’ll help you finish. I know you’re a virgin Roan, so this can double up as a learning experience for you” she said softly.
I took hold of her hand, admired it for a moment before she tied up her hair, puckered her lips, and came in.
Our lips met. At first it was a simple kiss, both pulling back to make sure we were both okay, before pulling in for more.
I held her hand the whole time, with my other hand slowly being more and more comfortable with massaging her. I never kissed a woman before, and my mom was amazing.
Her tongue action was natural, her lips were beautifully soft, she kept a steady pace, not going too fast to overwhelm me.
After around 15 minutes of making out, it hit me. This was weird. I squeezed her hand and she pulled back. “What’s the matter Roan?” She asked.
“Gimme a sec mom” I said, needing a second to think.
“Take all the time you need” she said softly, rubbing my back. “We can move on to the next base, if you want?” She asked.
“No let’s stay here” I reaffirmed.
“Okay” she said, tossing up her legs onto the bed and hoisting her calves onto my lap.
“Massage mommy’s feet then”
“Mom is this really necessary?”
“Oh? You want to go straight to sex, Roan?”
“No no, I need time. Fine. But I really don’t want to touch the bottoms of your feet. I’m keeping your flip flops on”
“Sure”
I began to dig into her pedicured toes. I’m really really not a feet guy, but according to her this should get us more comfortable.
After about an hour, my mom grew impatient. “We need to move on Roan”
“Fine”
She shuffled down her yoga pants and tore off her tank top. All she had on were her black panties and black bra with a sparkly silver strap, similar to her flip flop straps she still had on.
I instinctively looked away.
“Roan, if you’re gonna fuck me, you need to be comfortable with looking at me.”
She got up and stood in front of me, her whole body exposed, minus her private parts.
“Look at me for however long you’d like until you’re comfortable. I’ll be waiting”
Boy did she wait. It must’ve been an hour until I was comfortable. In fact, more than comfortable.
I was beginning to see the beauty of her curves, the definition in her breasts, the texture to her ass.
“I think I’m good now mom”
“Perfect” she smiled.
She slowly walked up to me and carefully sat on my lap, upright cowgirl style.
She sat my shaft, I guess she expected it to get hard by having her ass on it.
She got back to sitting beside me. She shuffled down my shorts and exposed my semi limp penis. She grabbed it with her soft hands.
“Ah cold” I shrieked. “Sorry, sorry” she pulled back.
“Slower this time mom”
She positioned her palm under my shaft, bouncing it up and down a bit. With the touch of a woman’s pretty hand, naturally my shaft filled with blood, my breathing picked up.
This was about it happen.
She began by rubbing me. It felt good. Understatement, it felt amazing.
After 10 minutes she showed down for a break, but I grabbed her arm. “No, continue” I couldn’t believe I said.
“Oh” she smiled.
She gave my penis a kiss before rubbing it some more. Finally, she began sucking. And sucking.
Seeing her beautiful lips wrapped around my cock made me more hard than I ever was in my entire life.
I guess women really are something. Even if my own mom, women just have their natural way.
“It’s been hours Roan. It’s time”
“Okay mom”
We made out for a bit more before I pushed her down onto her back.
She peeled off her panties, exposing her vagina, hiding between her wide hips. Man’s treasure.
Completely naked now, I got on top of her and slowly inserted my shaft into her vaginal opening.
For at least 10 minutes I just left it in there, too scared to move. The canal I was birthed from, hugging my penis.
Then she began to jerk. She moved penis deeper inside her. My mom let out a moan. I liked it.
Then I kept going and going and going. I sped up, I hugged her tight, I planted the occasional kiss on her lip without breaking any eye contact while my mom screamingly moaned uncontrollably, her feet whipping against her flip flops with ever pump of my penis.
Eventually my balls exploded inside her. This was no ordinary orgasm. This was fiery.
After I let out every drop inside her vagina, we stayed there for an hour. Just hugging as I laid on top of her, my penis still inside her, hugging my shaft without give.
Not bad.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sgjwk9/squeeze_fiction_short_story_momson_oedipal
Well done
Good setup